Patrick vive ancora (1980)

Blonde in her 20s, slim with long wavy hair, starts off close-up looking straight into the camera like she’s waiting for something. Guy in his 30s shows up rummaging through a drawer — brown hair, short, muscular, got a mustache, kind of a sleazy vibe. They meet up near a bathroom sink, standing close, tension building in that awkward half-dressed way. Scene cuts to them indoors, dim light, hands all over each other, then he’s going down on her while she leans against the counter. Camera lingers on her face during oral, eyes half shut, mouth open — you can tell she’s into it. There’s also a weird greenish close-up of an eye at some point, maybe a flashback or fantasy cut. Whole thing feels like a low-lit, rough amateur setup with a slightly cinematic twist. Not sure who the main guy is, but the title says ‘Patrick’ — maybe he’s the mustached dude. One random outdoor sprinter pops in for no reason, throws off the continuity. Ends ambiguously, no cumshot shot or clear conclusion.